i didn't know her, but honey girl had me @ her screen name. as i lurked in freesyle, i looked for the eye, her i, if i didn't see it, i usually backed out. this is really sad and haunting right now, since out of the few poems i read, i chose to reply on one that alluded to death, oh this hurts to hear this. so, rest gently dear angel, rest gently, but when you get tired, reprise your glow ever-more, ever more!


True rebels after all, are as rare as true lovers,and in both cases, to mistake a fever for passion can destroy one's life@james baldwin